Frisky Reader Revealed: Say Hello To Danny Braciole

Hands down, the best thing about working at The Frisky is our amazing readers. We so heart all of your witty, thoughtful, and informative comments—heck, we even appreciate the mean ones. Sometimes, we can’t help but wonder about the faces behind avatars. We decided to launch a weekly column where we learn all about a Frisky reader. After the jump, meet Danny Braciole, one of our most prolific commenters.The Frisky: Please state your full name, age, and location for The Friskyverse.

D: Daniel SomethingOrOther, 29, the great state of NJ.

The Frisky: How did you find the site?

D: A very dear and lovely co-worker of mine used to pass the time in our office by sending me articles from The Frisky. The first one I can remember was some study showing that most men would rather swim with sharks than get married. I argued the case for the shark tank and she argued that I was a complete moron. I’ve followed The Frisky ever since.

The Frisky: What do you do all day, other than follow The Frisky, which is totally condoned?

D: I find people jobs in finance. Not the greatest racket these days, but it could be worse.

D: I’m slightly ashamed to admit that I don’t always change the channel when I happen to flip by WWE Wrestling. I love watching “Man Vs. Food.” A friend actually used his Blackberry to tape me successfully completing the hot wing challenge at Cluck-U. I could watch hours of “Iron Chef” too, if only to watch the painfully animated Asian host hilariously gesticulate his way through each episode.

The Frisky: Can you share your most embarrassing dating story? We always share ours. It’s only fair.

D: I was once a lowly intern in Washington, DC. I was one of about 500 college kids from all across the country staying in a residential tower in Virginia. After enduring a particularly rough Sunday morning hangover in church, I went back to the tower and knocked on a few friends’ doors to piece together the previous night. Apparently, I had convinced a pretty blonde intern to come back to my room with me. What I didn’t remember was getting off the elevator on the wrong floor and bringing the pretty blonde intern into room 402 (I lived in room 602). And I especially don’t remember when Braheme, a 6’10” basketball star from Florida, walked out of his bedroom (in room 402) to find a drunken white guy in his bathroom and a pretty blonde he didn’t know boiling a pack of ramen noodles in his kitchen. Let’s just say our hero didn’t get the girl that night.

The Frisky: Who is your celebrity doppelganger?

D: People have told me that I look like The Rock and/or Brian Urlacher. I do a pretty mean “People’s Eyebrow,” so that might have something to do with it.

The Frisky: What type of skivvies do you have on right now?

D: I don’t.

The Frisky: What is your secret talent?

D: I am the Lionel Richie of barroom karaoke. But that’s no secret.

The Frisky: If you won $1 million in the lottery, what would you do with it?

D: Hire the best contractors I know to eliminate my step-dad’s ginormous “honey-do” list at my mom’s house and buy him a new truck and my mom a new car. Then I’d quit my job, buy a new apartment, and adopt a puppy named Otis. It would be a good summer.

The Frisky: Favorite book, movie, musician or band?

D: These really do change as often as I change my sheets. My favorite book is usually the one I’m currently reading, and right now I’m re-reading Cannery Row. I’ll be done with it in two days, so I’ll have a new one next week. My favorite movie should be obvious from my avatar. My all-time favorite musician/band is Cliff Burton from Metallica. I taught myself how to play guitar by religiously wasting every spare minute of my teens holed up in my room with headphones on and my bass in my hands. Pretty much wore out the rewind button on every one of my CD players, but whatever, I was a bad a** high school metal head.

D: Boobies. But seriously, I’d like to see less apologizing from you ladies. Just because a gal needs to hear her man call her “beautiful,” or because she wants to be dominated in bed, or because she sleeps with a guy on the first date, it doesn’t mean that she’s any less of a feminist, or that she’s any less deserving of equal rights and respect. Stop apologizing for “betraying the cause” or something just because you want or need something from a man. It doesn’t make you a bad person, it makes you a human being — and believe me, I’m fairly positive that men need just as much (if not more) from women than you need from us.